lost sons

Two sons were lost – one still at home and the other in a far off place. The less likely of the two found his way home. The older brother was bound by entitlement and pride and couldn’t find his way back to his father. The younger discovered the release of desperation and was free from the very cords that had his brother entangled. In our day we find it very socially acceptable to express an “I’m sorry” and it’s quite noble to take full responsibility for our shortcomings. We excuse others and with a grimace say “It’s entirely my fault, my mistake, mea culpa.” But there is a  strange silence after such a dramatic confession.. We wait for the “and so..” But it doesn’t come. No: “And to make it right I will..” No: “And so I will change how we operate in this way so this never happens to you or anyone else in the future”No: “And so I have learned this about myself and us and will change how I think and behave in this situation from now on.” It’s as though it’s enough to express the dramatic “So Sorry!” but that’s only the start. The Prodigal, rid of entitlement and pride, proved his repentance by a humble contrition that expected nothing other than the Father’s grace. “I’m not worthy to be called your son. Please take me back as one of your servants” His “sorry” had legs.